Festival!verse: and then there were two
this doesn't count as me being on lj. pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. naw, the truth is I had a uber-shitty day (which I'll tell you about on Friday) and so I decided to post this up to my flist, since it was already completed.
btw, the last chapter was apparently a huge hit...lmao. I don't think it can get any hotter than that threesome, so...yeah, I'm not really trying to top that, so much as pull a different trick out of my sleeve.
Warning/preview: no special warning this time…unless you want I should warn you of its brevity (ch 10 is a whopper, so I make up for it)
Festival!verse (9 of 10)
Author: Mel (btvslover82)
Pairing: Spander primarily; a smattering of other pairings, including S/other and X/other, but telling you which would ruin half the fun. Het, slash and femslash
Rating: NC-17 slash
Summary: human AU; Xander goes to a multi-day music festival to celebrate his 16th birthday alone and runs across a dubiously intentioned older Spike
Warning: underage sex, obviously. Erm. Anything else that might come along, I’ll warn about later. Added to the list later: pairings other than spander, incl het, daddy!kink, drug use, exhibitionism/voyeurism
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
sparrow2000 did the beta. she's a total rock star.
previous installments are here
this pretty shiny thing is by eshal
Part 9
Spike awoke slowly, floating up towards consciousness on a bubble of contentment. His muscles felt loose and warm, and there was a pleasant buzzing in the back of his skull. Xander’s body heat was soaking pleasantly into his right side, which was pressed up against the boy.
He could say one thing for Angel: git had a big mouth, and he was delusional if he thought Spike wanted the boy to fuck him-but he knew how to orchestrate one brilliant three-way.
Spike still felt all warm and tingly inside.
He stretched and opened his eyes with a little smile on his face. In no way was it poncy to wake up this happy.
He was just having a good week, was all.
Xander’s eyes blinked open sleepily and he reached up to push the hair back from his own eyes, face nestled into his arm as he lay on his stomach. Spike scooted closer to share a lazy morning kiss. Xander’s lips were soft, still swollen and red from the previous night, and Spike’s tongue pushed thickly into the boy’s mouth, fucking it at his leisure.
“Morning,” Spike mumbled. Xander hummed contentedly, and Spike combed his fingers through all that thick hair, leaving them tangled at the nape of the boy’s neck. His blood was coming to a slow heat. They hadn’t really even touched yet-just mouths.
Following that train of thought, Spike trailed his fingers down the plane of Xander’s back, making the long torso shiver. His touch was light when he caressed that beautiful bum, but the moment he went to tease at Xander’s hole, the boy flinched and pulled away.
“Ahhh,” Xander complained. He shifted his body and winced again. “Owww!”
Spike slid his hand to squeeze playfully at the boy’s butt cheek. “Sore?”
“Yeah, God, I’m-aah!-I hurt all over, all my muscles. Feels like I ran a marathon.”
Spike loved the way that Xander still blushed, after everything, at Spike’s raised brow. No longer ducked his head or lost his tongue, but glowed a lovely shade of pink when Spike corrected: “Didn’t run a marathon, no.”
“You’re awful.”
“Funny,” Spike observed, levering himself up to straddle Xander’s hips. “Don’t remember you making that complaint before.”
Xander’s body gave a shuddering sigh of soreness and titillation when Spike’s mouth began to torment the skin of his upper back…morning wood fitting neatly between the boy’s cheeks. Spike moaned softly and began to slide his shaft gently through the warm groove of flesh.
“Sore arse, sore muscles…just tells me we gave you a right seein’ to. Aren’t you going to thank me, luv?”
Xander’s back arched a little under the attention Spike was giving him, biting his lip. “Spike, I don’t think…I really can’t.”
Spike didn’t reckon he could, but it never hurt to ask. He nipped the skin at the nape of his neck. “You sure about that, pet?”
Xander softly expelled the air from his lungs when Spike fisted a handful of his hair and thrust against him, teasing his fingers along edge of the sensitive hollow of the boy’s hip…as close as Spike could get to where he was pretty sure Xander’s own erection was trapped against the bedroll.
Xander whimpered-pleasure or pain, it was too close to call. “I wish I could, but….”
Spike sighed exaggeratedly as though it were a hardship-which, it sort of was, to abstain from fucking this one-and knee-walked up to settle his arse in the hollow of the boy’s back, sliding firm hands up the midline and out towards the shoulders.
“Suppose we need to take it easy on your bum this morning. Angel being a circus freak, and whatnot.”
They both snickered, picturing Angel’s outrage at Xander for making that claim the previous night. Xander’s laugh turned quickly into a groan as Spike kneaded the sore muscles in his shoulders and arms. Before long, Xander was melting into the attention, big brown eyes drifting shut, body going trustingly lax beneath Spike’s fingers.
And the sounds he was making…Christ. He might as well be inside of him.
“Poor pet, all worn out from playing with the big boys.”
Xander grunted under the force of Spike working out a particularly tough knot. “Big being the operative word.”
Spike’s mouth twisted up, and he fought back a laugh. “Careful, you’ll give a bloke a complex, goin’ on and on about someone else’s cock.”
Xander’s eye cracked open, sliding back to find Spike in his periphery. “I’d take yours any day.”
Trying not to grin like a smug bastard, Spike threw his eyes to the ceiling coyly. “Liar. Already refused me once this morning.”
Spike had it on good authority that he was very pretty when he pouted.
He nearly toppled to the ground when Xander rolled over onto his back, but the boy’s hands stilled his hips and dragged them down on top of his own. Spike’s mouth was pulled down to Xander’s, but as soon as Spike took over the kiss, Xander ceded control to him…having gotten what he wanted.
Spike nibbled interestedly on the boy’s lips, his cock waking up to the idea of a little frottage as it bumped against Xander’s. It was idle pleasure, as aimless as the kiss.
Moaning, Spike rocked his hips slowly against Xander’s, mouths mating as their cocks slid together, pressed between their stomachs. He shifted so that the soft skin of their shafts could drag against one another with his thrusts.
Spike’s breath hitched when Xander spread his legs, flexing up into the rhythm. “I forgive you,” he mumbled. “Good as.” Who needed penetration? His hand slid down to grasp at Xander’s hip, encouraging the counterpoint to his own movement.
It didn’t take long for idle laziness to give way to an intentness on getting off. Xander was all mutters and sighs and groans as Spike sucked at his neck, childishly determined to give him a hickey. The boy was tasty with the salt of exertion-his own or Spike’s, it was impossible to tell. Xander’s hands roamed, clutching greedily at Spike’s flesh, and Spike knew they were both coming around the bend.
Spike cried out with surprise, hips jerking forward when Xander’s finger brushed against his hole. He bit his lip, body shuddering with the need to come, snogging the wide-eyed apology right off Xander’s face.
“Bloody hell. Finger me just a bit, pet. Oh, fuck!”
Spike’s hips returned to their steady pace and when Xander’s finger breeched him, worming carefully inside, Spike’s eyes rolled back towards the ceiling.
“That’s it, luv, that’s…ah. Good boy…..” His orgasm washed over him hard, violently cracking open the pleasure of moving with this boy, and while he was still shuddering from it, Xander’s body twisted up with a shout, getting his own end away until they were a sticky, sweaty mess.
Spike panted, heartbeat struggling to return to normal.
“Well. That was a bit of alright.”
Xander’s finger slid from his hole. The boy looked a little gobsmacked. Loose and energized by the first ejaculation of the day, Spike slid happily onto the pillow beside Xander, staring at the ceiling and grinning.
Fucking broody wanker always had to be right about everything. For once, it didn’t piss Spike off.
Suddenly he vaulted himself to his feet with a friendly slap to his startled bedfellow.
“Up you get!” Pulling on his clothing in the amount of time it took Xander to sit up in a daze, Spike stepped out of the tent and crouched back in the door as an afterthought. “Be sure to eat your Wheaties today, luv. Tonight, we try something new. You’ll be needing your energy.”
Spike was laughing at the disbelief on Xander’s face as he zipped the tent shut behind him.
the big finale
btw, the last chapter was apparently a huge hit...lmao. I don't think it can get any hotter than that threesome, so...yeah, I'm not really trying to top that, so much as pull a different trick out of my sleeve.
Warning/preview: no special warning this time…unless you want I should warn you of its brevity (ch 10 is a whopper, so I make up for it)
Festival!verse (9 of 10)
Author: Mel (btvslover82)
Pairing: Spander primarily; a smattering of other pairings, including S/other and X/other, but telling you which would ruin half the fun. Het, slash and femslash
Rating: NC-17 slash
Summary: human AU; Xander goes to a multi-day music festival to celebrate his 16th birthday alone and runs across a dubiously intentioned older Spike
Warning: underage sex, obviously. Erm. Anything else that might come along, I’ll warn about later. Added to the list later: pairings other than spander, incl het, daddy!kink, drug use, exhibitionism/voyeurism
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
sparrow2000 did the beta. she's a total rock star.
previous installments are here
this pretty shiny thing is by eshal
Part 9
Spike awoke slowly, floating up towards consciousness on a bubble of contentment. His muscles felt loose and warm, and there was a pleasant buzzing in the back of his skull. Xander’s body heat was soaking pleasantly into his right side, which was pressed up against the boy.
He could say one thing for Angel: git had a big mouth, and he was delusional if he thought Spike wanted the boy to fuck him-but he knew how to orchestrate one brilliant three-way.
Spike still felt all warm and tingly inside.
He stretched and opened his eyes with a little smile on his face. In no way was it poncy to wake up this happy.
He was just having a good week, was all.
Xander’s eyes blinked open sleepily and he reached up to push the hair back from his own eyes, face nestled into his arm as he lay on his stomach. Spike scooted closer to share a lazy morning kiss. Xander’s lips were soft, still swollen and red from the previous night, and Spike’s tongue pushed thickly into the boy’s mouth, fucking it at his leisure.
“Morning,” Spike mumbled. Xander hummed contentedly, and Spike combed his fingers through all that thick hair, leaving them tangled at the nape of the boy’s neck. His blood was coming to a slow heat. They hadn’t really even touched yet-just mouths.
Following that train of thought, Spike trailed his fingers down the plane of Xander’s back, making the long torso shiver. His touch was light when he caressed that beautiful bum, but the moment he went to tease at Xander’s hole, the boy flinched and pulled away.
“Ahhh,” Xander complained. He shifted his body and winced again. “Owww!”
Spike slid his hand to squeeze playfully at the boy’s butt cheek. “Sore?”
“Yeah, God, I’m-aah!-I hurt all over, all my muscles. Feels like I ran a marathon.”
Spike loved the way that Xander still blushed, after everything, at Spike’s raised brow. No longer ducked his head or lost his tongue, but glowed a lovely shade of pink when Spike corrected: “Didn’t run a marathon, no.”
“You’re awful.”
“Funny,” Spike observed, levering himself up to straddle Xander’s hips. “Don’t remember you making that complaint before.”
Xander’s body gave a shuddering sigh of soreness and titillation when Spike’s mouth began to torment the skin of his upper back…morning wood fitting neatly between the boy’s cheeks. Spike moaned softly and began to slide his shaft gently through the warm groove of flesh.
“Sore arse, sore muscles…just tells me we gave you a right seein’ to. Aren’t you going to thank me, luv?”
Xander’s back arched a little under the attention Spike was giving him, biting his lip. “Spike, I don’t think…I really can’t.”
Spike didn’t reckon he could, but it never hurt to ask. He nipped the skin at the nape of his neck. “You sure about that, pet?”
Xander softly expelled the air from his lungs when Spike fisted a handful of his hair and thrust against him, teasing his fingers along edge of the sensitive hollow of the boy’s hip…as close as Spike could get to where he was pretty sure Xander’s own erection was trapped against the bedroll.
Xander whimpered-pleasure or pain, it was too close to call. “I wish I could, but….”
Spike sighed exaggeratedly as though it were a hardship-which, it sort of was, to abstain from fucking this one-and knee-walked up to settle his arse in the hollow of the boy’s back, sliding firm hands up the midline and out towards the shoulders.
“Suppose we need to take it easy on your bum this morning. Angel being a circus freak, and whatnot.”
They both snickered, picturing Angel’s outrage at Xander for making that claim the previous night. Xander’s laugh turned quickly into a groan as Spike kneaded the sore muscles in his shoulders and arms. Before long, Xander was melting into the attention, big brown eyes drifting shut, body going trustingly lax beneath Spike’s fingers.
And the sounds he was making…Christ. He might as well be inside of him.
“Poor pet, all worn out from playing with the big boys.”
Xander grunted under the force of Spike working out a particularly tough knot. “Big being the operative word.”
Spike’s mouth twisted up, and he fought back a laugh. “Careful, you’ll give a bloke a complex, goin’ on and on about someone else’s cock.”
Xander’s eye cracked open, sliding back to find Spike in his periphery. “I’d take yours any day.”
Trying not to grin like a smug bastard, Spike threw his eyes to the ceiling coyly. “Liar. Already refused me once this morning.”
Spike had it on good authority that he was very pretty when he pouted.
He nearly toppled to the ground when Xander rolled over onto his back, but the boy’s hands stilled his hips and dragged them down on top of his own. Spike’s mouth was pulled down to Xander’s, but as soon as Spike took over the kiss, Xander ceded control to him…having gotten what he wanted.
Spike nibbled interestedly on the boy’s lips, his cock waking up to the idea of a little frottage as it bumped against Xander’s. It was idle pleasure, as aimless as the kiss.
Moaning, Spike rocked his hips slowly against Xander’s, mouths mating as their cocks slid together, pressed between their stomachs. He shifted so that the soft skin of their shafts could drag against one another with his thrusts.
Spike’s breath hitched when Xander spread his legs, flexing up into the rhythm. “I forgive you,” he mumbled. “Good as.” Who needed penetration? His hand slid down to grasp at Xander’s hip, encouraging the counterpoint to his own movement.
It didn’t take long for idle laziness to give way to an intentness on getting off. Xander was all mutters and sighs and groans as Spike sucked at his neck, childishly determined to give him a hickey. The boy was tasty with the salt of exertion-his own or Spike’s, it was impossible to tell. Xander’s hands roamed, clutching greedily at Spike’s flesh, and Spike knew they were both coming around the bend.
Spike cried out with surprise, hips jerking forward when Xander’s finger brushed against his hole. He bit his lip, body shuddering with the need to come, snogging the wide-eyed apology right off Xander’s face.
“Bloody hell. Finger me just a bit, pet. Oh, fuck!”
Spike’s hips returned to their steady pace and when Xander’s finger breeched him, worming carefully inside, Spike’s eyes rolled back towards the ceiling.
“That’s it, luv, that’s…ah. Good boy…..” His orgasm washed over him hard, violently cracking open the pleasure of moving with this boy, and while he was still shuddering from it, Xander’s body twisted up with a shout, getting his own end away until they were a sticky, sweaty mess.
Spike panted, heartbeat struggling to return to normal.
“Well. That was a bit of alright.”
Xander’s finger slid from his hole. The boy looked a little gobsmacked. Loose and energized by the first ejaculation of the day, Spike slid happily onto the pillow beside Xander, staring at the ceiling and grinning.
Fucking broody wanker always had to be right about everything. For once, it didn’t piss Spike off.
Suddenly he vaulted himself to his feet with a friendly slap to his startled bedfellow.
“Up you get!” Pulling on his clothing in the amount of time it took Xander to sit up in a daze, Spike stepped out of the tent and crouched back in the door as an afterthought. “Be sure to eat your Wheaties today, luv. Tonight, we try something new. You’ll be needing your energy.”
Spike was laughing at the disbelief on Xander’s face as he zipped the tent shut behind him.
the big finale